C O N C O R D
D A W N
This had been a long time coming.
As the saying often went: "Mandalorians have long memories." And, throughout modern history, their Clans had made a point in living out this mantra. One such Clan, known simply as Verd, had an Alor which held a lofty office within the Southern Systems. That Alor had been served Exile from their lands and dedicated his days and nights to building something Great. And that monumental project joined hands with the Galactic community, forging strong bonds with the Alliance, the Coalition, and many other virtuous nations across the stars. And so, when the Mandalorian Empire raised its hand against this Alor's allies, he remembered.
When they spat in the face of Honor above Dagobah, he remembered. Now, he would live out that mantra.
Now, the Confederacy would make the Mandalorian Empire answer for what they had done.
Retribution had come to Concord Dawn. As the bright star began its ascent from beyond the horizon, bringing light to a new day, early warning systems began to blare. Defensive grids, old and new, would fill the Halls of the Empire with claxons - something immense was coming. Something vicious was cutting through a blur of azure stars, heading straight for their world. This unknown was a Task Force of the Confederacy's finest - the infamous Storm Fleet that had just come fresh from a clash above Tatooine. Now, before even the average child rolled out of bed, the congregation of capital vessels reverted into Realspace.
And at the front of the line was the Dread Spear - a Subjugator II commanded personally by the Vicelord of the Confederacy. Seated upon the command throne, the exiled veteran of Mandalore now looked upon the homeworld of an old rival. Vilaz Munin. From what he recalled of the regime Ra Vizsla had set into place, Munin had become one of the Four Dogs which laid happily at his feet. Darth Metus would make his response here, for even the Exiled hesitated to think of bringing battle to Holy Mandalore herself. But here? Here, the Vicelord had no qualms about personally setting fire to all that Dog loved...and to show the Empire that they every Sin had a consequence.
"Prime the Scimitars and make ready the Landing Craft. Send the Uraktos forward to draw their fire." His orders hissed from behind a T-Visor. At once, a cadre of Ramships broke away from the Confederate line. At full speed did they hurtle across the abyss, quickly entering into the Stations' effective range within a matter of seconds. Meanwhile, the Dread Spear's own hangar came alive with movement as a pair of Couriers were made ready for takeoff.
The clash ahead would be long and fierce.
But the Confederacy would have an answer for their Allies. And the Vicelord would see his banner flying over the burning remains of his rival's home.